Ahhh my babe <3
He looks fine !
Thank.you !

.rumors. wrote:Ahhh my babe <3
He looks fine !
Thank.you !

Ooh congrats optimism! She's beautiful nwn

Username: Lynxy

Name: Kardia
Name Meaning: It's greek for Heart, says wiki.
Gender: Female

Personality in 5 traits: Witty, Friendly, Funny, Messy, Unreliable
Favorite Holiday: Christmas! She has a a thing against over-commercialized holidays, but she can still appreciate Christmas. She makes it a point to do what she can- even in small ways- for people less fortunate than her during christmas, though she's not much of a gift-giver.

Lynxy wrote:Username: Lynxy

Name: Kardia
Name Meaning: It's greek for Heart, says wiki.
Gender: Female

Personality in 5 traits: Witty, Friendly, Funny, Messy, Unreliable
Favorite Holiday: Christmas! She has a a thing against over-commercialized holidays, but she can still appreciate Christmas. She makes it a point to do what she can- even in small ways- for people less fortunate than her during christmas, though she's not much of a gift-giver.

Tysm! c:

Marking! Looking forward to the cancer one ^^

mark. ouo
virgo<3

mark for cancer and virgo <3

congratz

this babe is fab as heck
congrats!!

Nice!

Username: .FlamingFeather.

Name: Colombia
Name Meaning: A country in south America
Name Origin: Colombia

Gender: Todd
Favorite biome to live in and why: Colombia's favorite biome to live in is the forest. He loves to live in the forest biome because there is so much wildlife, there are creatures of many shapes, sizes and colors.





Might be a wip, if I get more time

.FlamingFeather. wrote:Username: .FlamingFeather.

Name: Colombia
Name Meaning: A country in south America
Name Origin: Colombia

Gender: Todd
Favorite biome to live in and why: Colombia's favorite biome to live in is the forest. He loves to live in the forest biome because there is so much wildlife, there are creatures of many shapes, sizes and colors.





Might be a wip, if I get more time

Username: Y i n
Show Name: Over The Shadows
Barn Name: Shadow

Y i n wrote:Username: Y i n
Show Name: Over The Shadows
Barn Name: Shadow

Thank you so much <3

Username: ~Pinkie Pie~
Show Name: Southern Belle
Barn Name: Belle

~Pinkie Pie~ wrote:Username: ~Pinkie Pie~
Show Name: Southern Belle
Barn Name: Belle

Username; nevriande
Show name; Sweet Escape
Barn name; Broken
Guess; Chocolate? XD (I know lame guess hahahaXD)

Username; Nevrithon
Show name; Our Farewell
Barn name; Hadley
Guess; KitKat?

Username; Mother of Bears
Show name; Master Underhill
Barn name; Frodo
Guess; Black Licorice

Username: Weeping_Angel }Y{
Name: 
Gender: genderfluid, biological male
Extra:

Res!

Username: Reaper
Name: Strene
Gender: male (attracted to females)
Extra:
History;
I look up, a buetiful guardian fox like me looks down. Hi I say. She looks down again, Kid you know where we are right, she answers herself, we are lost in a desert, we are now ORPHANS. Oh I say. She comes down from a sandy hill.

Username: Sadies
Name: Yiska Native American Navajo meaning "the night has passed." I chose this because I feel he only emerges during the day.
Gender: Male
Extra: Whoever wins can have this piece of art. :)



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What do you mean by extra? Is this story, art, or any

Owner: OvercastKid
Name: Twilight Gather Your Army 'Elizabeth'
Gender: Mare
Age: 7
Height: 15 hh
First Teke of mine?: Kai
What is the thing I do to a few of my recent adopts?: Not FCFS?
Guess my favourite base: (this doesnt count to the fcfs answers, it's just for fun!) Red Dun

Owner: Brad
Name: Heritage
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 years
Height: 15 hh
First Teke of mine?: Kai
What is the thing I do to a few of my recent adopts?: Dips
Guess my favourite base: (this doesnt count to the fcfs answers, it's just for fun!) Bay

Username: Nevriande
Show Name: Innocence in the Light
Barn Name: Innocence

Username: Nevrithon
Show Name: Broken Inside and out
Barn Name: Broken

Username: Fireflame123
Show Name: The Summer's Revenge
Barn Name: Summer

username; B l a c k . C a t

name; Simple

name meaning;

Simple
sim·ple
simpəl/Submitˈ
adjective

1. easily understood or done; presenting no difficulty.
"a simple solution"
-plain, basic, or uncomplicated in form, nature, or design; without much decoration or ornamentation.
"a simple white blouse"
-used to emphasize the fundamental and straightforward nature of something.
"the simple truth"

2. composed of a single element; not compound.
"simple chemical compound"

3.of or characteristic of low rank or status; humble and unpretentious.
"a simple Buddhist monk"

4. of low or abnormally low intelligence.

Reason; Why did I picked something as simple as Simple? Because, he is a simple, all around. The name is met as definition #3, humble and unpretentious, which is what he is. No he may not be the flashiest todd around but he is by far the most humble and generous of them all. When I saw him the name Simple came to mind and of course I burst out singing "Simple Man". Although the name has little meaning, isn't unique in a sense, it is true to his character.

Theme Song; Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd

gender; todd=male

art;

writing piece;

Simple
Bransonx

Early morning on a warm and breezy Sunday birds singing their usual tune Simple was out sunbathing on a hill. Tall, light, and wavy pony grassing dancing in the breeze tickling Simple when it brushed against his dark pink nose. A quick and sudden sneeze sent Simple barreling out of lucid state. Sitting up slowly and yawning his paws stretching out in a cat-like motion flattening the grass beneath them. Lazily raising up to a standing position Simple let his still sleepy vision focus in on the scenic view. His ear twitching as the warm summer breeze swirled in it. A comforting blanket of sun wrapping around him gently. A rustle in the grass went unnoticed by his ears as a dark patchy figure weaved through the grass. In a sudden burst another slightly larger todd sprang out of the sea of grass and tackled him. Shocked out of his calm state he flattened his ears ready to defend himself only to be greeted by the familiar face of his friend, Branson. The blue merle todd quick stepped off of his friend and allowed him to his feet. Simple standing just a few inches shorter than Branson snorted into his to express his displeasure with the surprise. The stumpy tailed fox then turned and returned to his sitting position viewing the ever moving field below. Branson carefully took a set beside his companion. An eerie silence stood between the two for a moment. "So, Simple, what are your plans today?!" Branson questioned his quiet friend. "Well it was to just spend my day sleeping here but it seems to have already made plans for us.." Simple said sounding rather irked. Swishing his tail through the grass for a moment thinking about how he should respond "Well, yes, but you don't have to come!" Branson said quickly "I had made sure the river was empty today and thought maybe you'd be interested in going for a quick swim..?" He added nervously. Clearly pondering the thought Simple looked over at him "Why? Scared to go alone?" he said with a chuckle "Oh of course, I am always up for a swim." he said slowly raising to his feet. "Well.. its not that I don't mind swimming alone its the fact that your always alone, it worries me my friend." Branson said standing in unison. "I enjoy my alone time and you are fully aware of that." Simple said through his teeth. "Yes well alone time shouldn't outweigh time spent with friends." Branson said wisely. "I suppose you're right my friend." Simple said with a nod as he looked over at his brotherly friend.

Arriving at the river they both quickly took in the scenery. Large oak trees clinging to the sandy bank, branches shadowing the lower half of the slow moving river. Dragonflies accompanied by Damselflies dancing on and off the water, water skippers darting in undecipherable pattern in the shallows. The falling white blossoms of the trees gripping the upper bank sailed down the river like couples going for an evening boat ride in France. Simple edging his way to the water slid his foot in, to his surprise it wasn't nearly as cold as he had excepted. Branson on the other hand wasted no time checking the temperature of the flowing river and quickly made his way in. Simple let a sigh at the sight of his impatient friend and he to dove in not taking his time to get used to the change in temperature. "Oh my this is chilly, not as bad as I thought but still.." Simple said his jaws clattering slightly as he spoke. "Oh come on, its not that bad! And plus we have the whole river to ourselves!" Branson said trying to shine light on the positive side. "You're right again my friend, there could be rowdy youth here." Simple said giving his friend credit. Branson quickly dunked his head under the water and swam down river to where the water pooled and made it easier to float. Picking his now drenched head out of the water and shaking his spotted head he relaxed and rested it gently on top of the water. "Isn't this lovely? Peaceful?" He said in a breathy manner. "Oh yes, very much so." Simple said as he gave slow and rhymed kicks against the water putting little effort into swimming up stream, simply keeping himself in place. The cool waves of the river lapping over their fur washing away the stress of winter. Muscles loosened and relaxed letting the almost zero gravity effect the water had take control. Listening to the distant water rippling down over the rocks of the small waterfall. The sound of the water breaking and trees swaying was soon broken by the sound of trampling paws in the woods rocks tumbled down from the oncoming train of destruction. The two mature todds quickly picked up their heads in time to see a pack of young todds and vixens spring out of the mellow forest and plunge into the water. Shaken by the commotion the two todds who were twice the size of the juveniles paddled their way to the bank. Emerging from the water the shook their wet pelts and looked behind them both giving loud growls of disapproval. The sounds quieted the commotion for a second grabbing the attention of the youngins. Turning and marching off back towards the field Branson looked over at Simple just to Simple already looking at him "That wasn't relaxing." Simple said in a smart-alec like way. "Now, I didn't know they'd end up showing up." Branson sighed clearly disappointed in the sudden end to their swim. "Thanks for asking me to join you Branson, it was fun." Simple said in an act of gratitude. Branson returned a thankful in the form of a nod.

Username:

T I D E

bump. finishing sometime later today.

Username: OvercastKid
Show Name: Twilight About The Afterlife
Barn Name: Asphodel
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: baby blue

Username: lizerbeth
Show Name: GSS Across The Coast
Barn Name: Cosie
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: baby blue

Username: Sandy Hoofprints
Show Name: Over Our Heads
Barn Name: Skylar
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.2hh
Eye Color: baby blue

ah thank you ^^

what a beauty. such a great Tolter to have for my final.

name: What A Catch // Donnie

gender: gelding (he's my last tolter, I won't be breeding him)

and eventual halter color: how about a suprise, including his eye color and perhaps blue? Yoir halter designs are beautiful.

thank you, I'll start right away.

I had driven to the auction on a whim, trying to convince both myself and my wallet that I was only going to look, only going to find inspiration for another painting or two. I had everything I wanted in my two pretty mares back at home; I found all the pleasure and inspiration I needed in their soft, pastel coats and beautiful eyes. Thunder boomed far above my beaten truck, small trailer in tow. I could barely see the dimly illuminated asphalt ahead of me through the flurry of windshield wipers and water that clogged my sight. No sign of lightning, but the sky was dark and the thunder was like a mighty beast roaring in the skies as waves of rain poured down. Though the land all around looked like it had been flooded, I knew the auction wasn't cancelled. It was one of the biggest ones in all of Wales; and held inside a massive, very sturdy barn that had weathered much worse than this afternoon shower. Besides, no way the owners of that farm could afford to cancel it.

Barely spotting the farm's big entrance, I hauled right on the wheel and just barely managed to squeal into the parking lot. I managed to find a cramped space and slid into it before someone else did. With all the crappy drivers that somehow hadn't died in an accident yet, parking in crowded events like this was an utter pain. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the rules up here.

I took a deep breath before flying out of my truck and through one of the many entrances, though somehow I was soaked the the bone already. It was warm and a bit damp inside, scents from all over the place wafting in as vendors sat out for hours hoping someone would get hungry and spend something on their overpriced delicacies. There weren't an insane number of horses, probably about 80, all held in their own stalls, safe and dry from the rain. The auction had already started and I hurried to a seat near the edge of the ring, watching as one horse left and the next one trotted in. Voices and colors blurred as I eagerly sat and watched beautiful steeds toss their manes, muscles rippling under a glossy coat. Each one was just as prized as the next, beautiful conformation and bloodlines. Most were Icelandic Tolts, with a few others mixed in. The prices were high and the bidders were getting competitive. Some horses didn't get a single bid; they would later be for sale back at their stalls, the price lowered in hopes of catching someone's eye. A nice bay stallion caught my eye, deep blue eyes surveying the crowd as he sashayed in. He went for a high price. A pretty roan mare trotted in, with a perfect, floaty gait. I almost felt compelled to bid on her.

The auction was nearing a close, and I decided to go before it got too crowded as everyone left. I clambered out of my seat and away from the ring, passing the stalls of horses who hadn't sold. A stunning, jet black gelding with a horrid temperament snapped at me, and a palomino stallion with a missing eye sweetly rubbed against my shoulder.

One stall held a perlino gelding, a color I didn't see often. He was snorting as he threw himself around in his stall, damaging the stall but not loud enough to cause any attention. I called to a groom, who let the gelding into his attached paddock. It had stopped storming, but the ground was wet; the gelding kicked up clods of mud as he galloped around, turning his beautiful coat into a mess. He was well muscled though, with impeccable conformation. I asked the groom why he hadn't been bought- the man explained that he had been there for three years. They had first seen he was rather wild, and gelded him; but it did nothing. They had tried everything, from force to taking it slow and gentle, even sending him to other trainers. Still, it did nothing. The gelding refused to be tame.

I immediately fell in love with the gelding's story. His price was affordable, and his beautiful coat and eyes drew me in. A few minutes later, I was backing my trailer up against the paddock so they could load him from there, as he wouldn't tolerate a halter. With a bit of coaxing and grain he snorted and leapt into my one-horse trailer, and the groom shut the door behind him. Instead of panicking like I thought he would, he stood there, silent.

So I drove home, doing my best not to hit any potholes and jostle the gelding. The rain had stopped and though everything was soaked, the sky was relatively clear. When I pulled up my driveway I positioned the trailer so the I could release him right into my smaller paddock, which wasn't as torn up as my girls' bigger one. I swung open the gate and opened the back of the trailer, quickly leaping out of the way. The gelding took a moment to back out before turning on a dime and flying away, covering me in sludge. He roared around the pasture, mane and tail moving wildly as he bunched his muscles and gave a few great leaps into the air. He reminded me of a stallion I had owned long ago; his name was Donnie. He was a fiery boy, but I had an inseperable bond with him. When he passed away I was heartbroken, but knew I'd find another. I decided to call my new gelding Donnie. It fit perfectly.

Still smiling, I shut the gate and parked the trailer in its correct spot. As I trudged up to my front door, I noticed my father sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, beer in hand. My parents had come to visit for the week. As I walked up to him, he turned and grinned at me. "What a catch," he said before turning back to watch Donnie race around, coat gleaming in the new sunlight.

And what a catch indeed.

It had been three days since I brought Donnie home. He appeared to be settling in nicely, inspecting all corners of his enclosure, and whinnying constantly to my mares in the other pasture. He was very active, always trotting or cantering around and arching his neck and tossing his mane as he encountered new scents. I couldn't help but marvel at his stunning gaits; his walk was smooth and gentle, his trot so light and floaty it looked like he was on a cloud. His canter looked so rocking that I'm sure I could fall asleep on his back -even his wild gallop impressed me as I watched his muddy coat ripple over his muscles.

Speaking of his muddy coat, I swear all that stallion had done was roll around in any water he found. Donnie seemed to love it; he'd already knocked over or tried to fit himself into the trough quite a few times. The second day I had tied my girls outside the barn where Donnie could see them and hosed the mud off them, and he stood with his chest pressed against the fence the whole time, watching my every move. My mares hadn't been too agressive on sight of him, he'd give a shrill whistle to capture their attention but Embarr would just pin her ears back and herd Rhea away. Rhea (she's blind) knew there was a new horse, but as she couldn't see him, she just ignored his calls.

The fourth day Donnie was here, I had an idea. After about an hour I had managed to attach a few hoses together, so the final length could reach Donnie's pasture. He had stood at the fence and eagerly watched me struggle, but as soon as I came close, he rocketed off. Typical. The past couple of days I had been trying to get close to him, but as soon as I reach out, he turns on a dime and gallops off. You can see the smirk in his eye; he's toying with me.

Twenty feet away, Donnie had stopped and turned to face me as I fiddled with the hose nozzle. He had no idea what was about to hit him. Plastering an innocent expression on my face, I aimed at his hooves and turned the hose on. The instant the chilly liquid hit his lower legs, Donnie flipped out, contorting his body in all sorts of ways. He stopped again a few feet away, realizing that the hose was a water-thing. Having had enough entertainment from his initial reaction, I turned the hose onto a gentler spray. Donnie curiously stepped forward, sticking his muzzle into the spray before leaping away. Once he realized the hose couldn't reach any further, he tested it again, with the same reaction. He kept doing it over and over again, before suddenly he just rocked back on his hindquarters and lauched himself through it. I nearly fell to the ground laughing as he stood in shock at the other side, eyes wide and coat soaked. Then, suprising me, he continued to leap through the water, tossing his mane and stomping on the ground. Donnie was clearly having a great time testing the different hose sprays, running through them and even trying to drink one. I could tell this was going to be his new favorite pastime.

When I finally dragged the hose back and put it away, Donnie had already rolled in the mud, turning his coat into the sludge monster it was before. So much for cleaning him off. But even though I was frustrated with his muddy appearance, he looked so content, grazing happily in the far corner.

Later that day, the sky had darkened and it had begun to pour. My girls were in the barn, but Donnie was out as he had a sturdy, weatherproof shelter in his pasture. I looked out the kitchen window to see none other than my new gelding kicking mud everywhere as he raced around his enclosure in the pouring rain, calling to the thunder itself and racing the faint lightning far in the distance.

Yes, he'd adjusted just fine.

Username:
Reaper!
Name:
Ambers Lumière
Name Meaning:
Amber Light in French, her name is part of the reason she loves Fall
Gender:
Female

Personality: (detail is loved and welcomed)
She is shy. She loves the nature around her! She is a nature girl who hikes in her backyard all the time. She has a small stream that gushes fresh cold water, and is big enough to be called a pool! She loves rocks and has a collection of them for DIY projects!
Favorite Season, Weather, and Why: She loves Fall! She likes sunny days with falling leaves, so she can still go for a hike!

Rapter wrote:Username:
Reaper!
Name:
Ambers Lumière
Name Meaning:
Amber Light in French, her name is part of the reason she loves Fall
Gender:
Female

Personality: (detail is loved and welcomed)
She is shy. She loves the nature around her! She is a nature girl who hikes in her backyard all the time. She has a small stream that gushes fresh cold water, and is big enough to be called a pool! She loves rocks and has a collection of them for DIY projects!
Favorite Season, Weather, and Why: She loves Fall! She likes sunny days with falling leaves, so she can still go for a hike!

Oh my gosh thank you!

Oh my word. Thank you so much!
She will be a mare and her name will be Ciente Dos // 102

her training thread is here

Eee, she's perfect, thank you <3

Username; OvercastKid
Showname; Twilight Moon River
Barn Name; Silk
Gender; Mare
Height;15.3hh
Cute spaniel;

Username; heyheygirl101
Showname; Chasing the Dream
Barn Name; Tiny Dancer
Gender; Mare
Height;15.3hh
Cute spaniel;

Username; Nevriande
Showname; Waves of Love
Barn Name; Love
Gender; Mare
Height;15.3hh
Cute spaniel;

Owner: JerseyDusk
Name: Queen Elizabeth
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 years
Height: 14.3 hh

Owner: OvercastKid
Name: Twilight Up All Night 'Ice'
Gender: Mare
Age: 6.
Height: 14.3 hh

Owner: Brad
Name: Rolling Stones
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 14.3 hh